When you can’t depend on me or her, 
won’t you get your teeth pulled back, dear sir.
Your cry is far to weak to fit your harm.
Oh, I wish I were the one, dear sir,
to pull you by the arm and tell you
gently don’t give in …and

Ease it in the morning, 
try the afternoon.
Ease it in the morning, 
a day can fade out soon.
Won’t you blast away the night, 
the dark will pull straight through.
Oh, won’t you ease it in the morning.
It’ll only feed the strain just a fistful more.

And you curl up on the dusty floor, 
you wonder what the dust was for.
No man can dig the wind before it’s spilled.
A token of a race run out, 
a dragging still along and where to –
I do not know… but

Ease it in the morning, 
try the afternoon.
Ease it in the morning, 
a day can fade out soon.
Won’t you blast away the night, 
the dark will pull straight through.
Oh, won’t you ease it in the morning.
It’ll only feed the strain just a fistful more.


Tekst: Allan Carl Teller

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